INTRO: E B E
#1.
E B E
Back porch preacher preaching at me, acting like
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he wrote the golden rules.
A E A E
Shaking his fist and screeching at me, shouting from
his soap box like a fool.
B A
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed with his eyes
all red, with the wine in his head..wishing he was
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dead when he oughta be heading for Sunday school.
CHORUS:
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Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
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of your lines.
B A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
E A B E
I'll tend to mine.
#2.
E B
Drugstore cowboy criticizing, acting like he's better
E
than you and me.
A E
Standing on the sidewalk supervising, telling everybody
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how they ought to be.
B A
Come closing time most every night, he locks up tight and
out go the lights and he ducks out of sight and he cheats
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on his wife with his employee.
CHORUS:
E A D
Clean up your own backyard..oh, don't you hand me none
E
of your lines.
B A
Clean up your own backyard..you tend to your business,
E A B E
I'll tend to mine.
#3.
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Armchair quarterback's always moanin', second guessing